Chapter 613

I noticed Bruce, who was in the back seat, also glancing in my direction. In the dim light, I could only make out his furrowed brows. "It's okay, Mr. Zielger. It doesn't matter if I can't get a cab—I can still return to the beauty salon. I believe Mrs. Barker would be willing to let me stay the night," I interrupted John with a smile. Glancing at the approaching car in the distance, I continued, "Besides, I don't think you guys are the only ones offering a ride here." A white Bentley was drawing closer. Perhaps the driver had noticed me, so the car came to a stop. The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face. I turned around and greeted him politely, "Mr. Harold, what a coincidence. My car's battery is dead, and it won't start. Will you mind giving me a ride home?" "It's my honor to help a beautiful lady out," Ernest said, beaming at me. He immediately got out of the car and walked to my side, opening the front passenger door for me. "Please, Ms. Fisher—Oh, Mr. Ziegler